Sally was lying
beneath the duvet and through the wall she could hear him in the shower and she
envied every droplet of water as it ran over his naked skin.
She had loved him
since she was eleven years old and now she was almost twenty she wanted him
with every fibre of her being.
“He” was Danny, the
elder brother of Sally’s best friend Erin, who at the age of 18 had, to all
intents and purposes, become the father of his 11 year old sister.
Their parents were
killed in a car crash on the M6 and all his hopes and dreams for the future
died with them.
His plans to go to
University and what that might have led to were set aside in order for him to
raise his little sister.
The early years of his
enforced parenthood he was consumed by his new responsibilities, running the
home, nurturing Erin and holding down a job.
The only saving grace
from being weighed down by responsibility’s at such a young age was that he was
a stronger person for the experience and Erin was everything their parents
would have wished her to be, and he was proud of the result.
His sacrifice had
allowed her to follow her dreams and she was now at University with Sally.
In the warmth of her
bed Sally felt aroused as she listened to the water washing over him.
Her flesh tingled and
the hairs on the back of her neck stood up and her nipples erected as she felt
that tell-tale feeling as the warmth built within her
The water stopped and
the foot fall told her he had stepped out of the shower and she pictured his naked
form as he did so.
Just a thin stud wall
separated her eager want from the object of her lustful desire.
She could see in her
mind’s eye each droplet of water dripping from his torso and her hand travelled
purposely across her belly and slipped inside her shorts where her finger went
quickly between her moist lips and she was as wet as him.
The door suddenly
opened and she heard herself gasp as he walked into the room but her finger
lingered between her greasy lips.
She clenched her
buttocks tightly and grasped her thighs firmly around her hand
But as she watched him
across the room her slender digits moved involuntarily and she continued to
stroke herself.
Danny began picking up
the laundry that had been discarded in and around the wash bin.
There was always
plenty of it when Erin was back from Uni and even more whenever Sally slept
over.
Sally and Erin had
been best friend since forever and over the years she had been a regular house
guest.
They’d been back from
University for a week and the washing had already built up and this was the
first opportunity he’d had to get to grips with it.
But as it was Saturday
and the girls had gone to a party the night before and had stayed over at the
home of another friend, he thought he should make a start on the washing.
As he went through the
assorted jeans, T-shirts and lingerie, he thought how quickly time passed by
and how quickly his sister and her best friend had grown up.
He smiled to himself
as he remembered Erin’s first Bra, which was a purely cosmetic device of course
when she was twelve.
Then as she grew she
went through various stages of padded enhancements and eventually to the full
cupped and underwired contraptions she wore today.
It was the same with
her pants, in the early days they were childishly embellished with flowers or
colourful characters, and then progressed through to practical pants and onto
more sophisticated items, before progressing on to the skimpy things of lace
and bows.
His little sister was
a grown woman now.
She watched as he
stood across the room in the half light, his upper body still damp, a towel
wrapped around the lower.
He was standing
sorting laundry into baskets of light and dark and as he held a pair of pink
knickers she recognised them as her own and she wished she was wearing them at
that moment and her arousal deepened.
He held the pink
panties briefly in his hand before dropping them into the appropriate pile,
then a red pair, then pale blue silk, followed by black lace.
Sally watched as he
handled her knickers one pair after another and she bit her lip, she had never
been so turned on, as her finger was still engaged between her juicy lips, she
knew she should stop but she just couldn’t.
As Danny was
methodically sorting the mountain of dirty washing, he had no idea she was
laying there in the gloom or what she was doing there beneath the duvet, she
and Erin were supposed to be sleeping over at Karen’s some 20 miles away.
Had he known she was
there he would not have entered the room especially wearing nothing but a
towel, he would have been too self-conscious.
He had known her since
she was an awkward clumsy eleven year old girl who seemed to spend her entire
time either falling over or picking herself up and showing off her floral
knickers in the process.
But she was a young
woman now and Sally was a far cry from the klutzy eleven year old in flowered
briefs, she had grown up to become a swan.
He could never tell
her that though, nor could he tell his sister how he felt about her best
friend.
God how she wanted to
finish herself off right there, but she couldn’t with him standing there.
But she didn’t want
him to leave, because touching herself with him so close was so exciting, she
had never felt so hot and horny as she was at that moment.
Danny fished out the
last item from the bottom of the bin and turned to leave the room when Sally
let out an involuntary moan and he turned around.
“Is that you Sal?” he
asked
Sally bit hard on her
lip after her exclamation but was still unable to halt her fingering
“Yes” she replied
through clenched teeth
He walked to the
window and opened one curtain, spilling weak winter light into the room.
It lit across the
rumpled screwed up duvet and a shapeless bulge beneath it.
“I thought you and
Erin were staying over at Karen’s” Danny said
“Erin did” she gasped
“but I didn’t fancy it”
Each word was spoken
through gritted teeth and were slow and laboured and she was squirming beneath
the duvet.
He took a hand full of
duvet and through it aside revealing Sally’s lustful pose.
Her nipples were
standing proud through her pyjama top and her right hand was still inside her
shorts.
Instead of feeling
embarrassment, Sally’s exposure before the object of her lust merely turned her
on even more and her finger still lingered busily between her lips.
It was there that his
is eyes were drawn, that place were the fabric of her shorts moved to rhythm of
her busy fingers as she frigged herself before him.
As he stood there, he
felt a passion welling up in him, a passion he had suppressed over the last two
years which he dare not have hoped to have acted upon until that moment.
He watched her and she
reached out her left hand and tugged at the towel wrapped around him until it
fell away, and then the want that had simmered for so long between them finally
came to the boil.
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